Adult Dean: My dad was a music professor by day and a funk musician by night. In other words, he was the baddest dude I knew.
Lillian: Dean, I know you did not just come into this house without speaking.
Dean: But I heard...
Lillian: No "buts"! How about "Hello, Mama. Hello, Daddy. How are you?"
Kim: [enters] I heard Daddy's song in Kwame's car.
Lillian: You did? Dean, quit running your mouth and turn on the radio!
Dean: That's what I was trying...
Lillian: Boy, move!